Apocalypse

I smirk at their fear, laugh at their naivety,
innocence and ignorance are one.
Vague memories of a distant past envelop,
the empty spaces in the shadows of my mind.

Thwarting capture, a vague semblance,
of my unclean soul.
Pale hands seek the familiarity,
of a blood-stained blade.

The thorns of love and hate,
tiny red rivulents of pain.
O fate, where have you been?
Pull me from this dream.

On the dust-covered floor,
I lay, alone.
Breathing in a last sigh of relief,
I smile, the end has come.

-Jenos

All That Is Broken



I am attracted to broken glass.
What can I say?
Is it because the pain it can cause?

I am attracted to broken eyes.
What can I say?
Is it because I can help them see what they can’t?

I am attracted to broken ears.
What can I say?
Is it because I can make them hear what they don’t want to?

I am attracted to broken minds.
What can I say?
Is it because I know I think the same?

I am attracted to broken bodies.
What can I say?
Is it because they can numb all of their pain?

I am attracted to broken hearts.
What can I say?
Is it because I want to make them feel again?

I am attracted to broken spirits.
What can I say?
Is it because I want to make them fly once more?

I am attracted to all that is broken.
What can I say?
Is it because I am broken too?



8- 8-04

I liked that wavemaster. Very deep vivd images.


I am wild.
Because I choose to be.
I scream, I shout, my truth,
and I am heard.
I am alive and the sun is high.
My arms spread wide.
My sound rattles oof the walls.
It hits the sky with such fury that surly it should fall.
I will not be thrown into your cages.
Cages in which you make your home.
You forget yourself and are happy in your cold home.
So bare and empty.
So you hide when I am seen.
Your quite when I am loud,
and I have many scars
I have been broken, hurt and dragged through the dirt,
but I am still here.
Through it all I shout.
I still run wild.
And you,
oh you,
pathetic you,
cannot stop me.

wavemaster, that brought flashbacks...

Wow, WaveMaster, I think I completely understood that. That was an incredible poem.

I stood atop a weathered hill,
And cried, you have forsaken me!
And no answer stirred the graying branches,
Of the softly dying tree
I knelt atop the weathered mount,
And wept, you have forgotten me!
And no breath stirred my lifeless heart,
Come to set me free
I fell atop the weathered crest,
And whispered, do you hear me?
And the air was dead and calm and sick,
Into eternity

Cool poem Liang, I got one to post ...soon...maybe....too tired to finish it or type it out, so maybe later on.

Awesome, I am special enough to have a poem written about me.

Jenos, here's your little rhyme scheme,
Simpsons last night was funny, you think?
And that's your beautiful lil' rhyme-thing.

Liang, your poem is really good. :-)
-Sunset

*Tear* I want a poem.

quote:

Sunset, I'm sorry.
You're just too sweet,
(You give trans guys positivity)
I promise I won't say
Another bad word on here,
Don't hold your breath;
You've nothing to fear

Aww, thanks.

I wasn't just asking you in gernal, I was mostly talking to JustSoSweet and DyingRose. I think I've asked them more than 3 times. I want one thread to not have arguements on it.
-Sunset

Sunset, I'm sorry.
You're just too sweet,
(You give trans guys positivity)
I promise I won't say
Another bad word on here,
Don't hold your breath;
You've nothing to fear

[QUOTE]Originally posted by raceskylines:
These Demons That Im Faecing
These demons that im faceing are slowley getting the best of me,
I'll keep them under control as long as possible,
slowly but surely I'll defeat them,
no matter what it takes,
they won't get the best of me,
they won't birng me down,
I'll keep fighting or I'll die trying,
but thede demons will be defeated.

I would like to know what you think.

These Demons That Im Faecing
These demons that im faceing are slowley getting the best of me, I'll keep them under control as long as possible, slowly but surely I'll defeat them, no matter what it takes, they won't get the best of me, they won't birng me down, I'll keep fighting or I'll die trying, but thede demons will be defeated.

It's Red
It's white
It's hot
It boils inside of me
Mixing in with
Shame, guilt, regret.
I clench my fists
and close my eyes.
Push it back make it go away.
Secertly at night it consumes me.
Burning away in me,
Burning me away.
A piece of paper on the wind.
It stings,
It scars,
It rips,
It hurts.
I scream I cry
make it go away.
Is my constant plea.
But the only one who can do that
is me.



Some feedback would be nice

Here is the poem for 3/9:

Fickle is the mind
pincers ready at ease
her majesty ponders
in her dreamy sleep

Clouded is the mirror
into which I look daily
I see the blemished reflection
and take it in as me

The societal light bears
no help to death
sorrow takes more sympathy
than the coldness of humans

Why are we at all?
should death end me
when humanity has done so
prematurely

Love’s evanescent tide
seems low at all glances
sight of prize dims to nothing
humiliation rears its shoulder

Bed of nails
nails of futility
futile in love
love in unwanted places

Light escapes the darkness
and heats the cold
the waters of love
fill the empty confinements of self

Twist the truth like Holbein
spin the plate and use the gate
to enter the palace of found glory
we love and look above, fuzzy . . .

Thanks for reading.

Hey now WaveMaster, I commented on your poem, it got pushed to the next page. And good poem Karate, I liked it. I have one, but I'm too tired to post it now, maybe later.

Thank you all for sticking up for me.
-Sunset

Sun, that poem was really sad. I think people say they're good because they can relate to your words.

Dyingrose, wasn't it Sweet who said Sun's poetry was simple in the first place?

good job everyone. (yay for ignoring my poem)